Rohan's eyes lit up. "I'd love to see more of your work. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me? There's a quaint little café just around the corner."
Aaradhya hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should agree to meet a stranger. But there was something about Rohan that made her feel safe and intrigued. Rohan's eyes lit up
Aaradhya nodded, feeling a sense of pride. "Yes, I am. I love capturing moments and emotions through my paintings." There's a quaint little café just around the corner
As they stood up, Rohan noticed the sketches in her book. "Your work is beautiful. You're an artist?" "Yes, I am
"No need to apologize," the man replied, his voice gentle. "I'm just glad I could help. My name is Rohan, by the way."
Their eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, sparkled with kindness and curiosity. Aaradhya felt an inexplicable connection, as if their meeting was more than just a coincidence.
"Aaradhya," she responded, her cheeks flushing slightly.